Sandy from Crossroads

Ron and Julie, The Queen Mary's banqueting suite is definately haunted. On each occasion I've been in there, the beer was headless. I've moved on from requiring pushers to needing carriers these days. My wheelchair was towed recently and yesterday my walking device was reposessed by the baliffs. However if Kelly and Shooey are going to be at this event, I'll be carrying them home. They make Oliver Reed look like a church going teetotaller nowadays. I saw Kelly a while back and he told me that when pink elephants get rat legged, they see HIM. Julie, most of the deaths in the first class swimming room were due to the fact that the victims in question dived in the deep end blissfully unaware that the water had been drained from the pool when the ship was originally decomissioned. Ron the first time Gaz Hicks introduced me to Jack Milne, I was so in awe of the great man I could hardly get any words out. Eventually He clocked that I was asking if I could take a photo of himself and the motorcycle in question on which he won the 1937 world final at Wembley. It turned out that Jack ended up using my camera to take a picture of me sitting on the bike. We got on like a house on fire and became good friends. Some of the speedway stories Jack used to tell me were absolutely fantastic. I could listen to him all night. He was an absolute gentleman and the signed photograph with the kind words he wrote is, along with my signed picture of Jack Parker, one of my most treasured posessions. Jack Milne was a champion in every sense of the word. TERRY.